A freeloader stepfather and his dutiful daughter. "Now I can enjoy some delicious food," my stepfather said, carefully tucking the envelope into his pocket and laughing. A middle-aged man with a suspicious look in his eyes was waiting for me in the hotel room I was taken to. "If you just hold on for a few hours, you'll get a lot of rewards. It's a good part-time job, isn't it?" My stepfather, who doesn't work and spends all his time gambling, had no persuasive powers, but when I thought about my family, I couldn't think of a better solution. A few times a month, my sister and I took turns being embraced by a stranger. I didn't feel anything; once I ejaculated, it was over. I'd just go home, take a bath, and forget everything. I'd given up and accepted this reality. But today, just this once, I didn't want to. A boy from my class, whom I'd always had a crush on, had asked me out. I wanted to relive my youth and have some sweet romance, too. "I want to go home early today," I asked desperately. The man laughed, "No, I'm going to have sex until I'm satisfied," and lay on top of me. Her breath smelled like sewer water. When the girl, who had killed her heart for her family and was simply enduring the passage of time, succumbed to the man's relentless attacks, gasps and tears flowed out of her. This is the story of a pitiful girl who was used by despicable adults.